Coat's in the closet. One in the front hall. Got it dry-cleaned the other day.

[that's what baren was looking for, right? zoro had been on his way to get it the moment he heard baren's chattering teeth.

he hadn't considered asking about baren's apparent fury. he never did.

instead he simply wanders over to his own closet and throws a sweater on over his sweatpants. for once, baren had caught him right before he was planning to sleep.]

Got something in mind?

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[Sort of - he'd walked over in pajamas, apparently not having even bothered to get dressed before he left. His hair's up but it lacks all his accessories. He'll do a full wardrobe change first.]

You know I don't even own a baseball bat to break things with— let's go get baseball bats.

[The batting cages probably aren't even open this early.

Not that that'd stop him, apparently.]

To do what? Hard to find mailboxes out here. We'd have to go to the suburbs or something.

[please specify what they're hitting with baseball bats, baren.]

Mailboxes? Why would—

[Those are innocent families?? No he's just going to shake his head, running a hand through his hair in his aggravation.]

No, we can go to the junkyard again or something after. [he waves a hand and goes to grab the coat that zoro mentioned, shivering briefly before shaking it away] I don't care about the details.

[he just wants to destroy something with his own hands before he causes more ruin emotionally]

Right.

[he just. wants to go somewhere where he can hit things with bats. but he's going without bats.

ok.

luckily there's a single place that could fulfill that need.]

Batting cages down on Chippendales Street sound good?

Perfect.

[he just really isn't fucking picky. he just automatically shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat and huffs out a breath, shaking his head. moody doesn't suit him. bothered doesn't suit him.

but it's hard to shake it.]

[baren's mood is bad enough that zoro prepares himself to pay for a lot of batting sessions. it's not so bad. baren has worse coping mechanisms.]

Alright.

[he leads the way out the door without another word, trusting baren to follow. he continues the silence in the car, allowing baren his space until they pull up and park.]

You gonna need your own cage?

Too much work, let's just get the one.

[They'll find a way to fuck it up or make it more reckless one way or another.]